You think I can't read?
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We thawed.
Not like the glaciers floating
In the midst of the Atlantic
But the kind of thawing
Required for a piece of meat:
Lacking artistry
And full of crass.
It satiates not heart's thirst
But the flesh's hunger.
I have never realized
That a haloed person
Can be so cruel,
When I did nothing but
Give more air under
Your wings.
You fried me
With all the love I
Have given you,
So much so that it
Became a poison to all
The wounds I started to lick.
We could have made
Scrumptious offerings to one another.
Sadly you chose everything
To be blandly half baked.
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*Picture from static.guim.co.uk
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